Chapter 54 Luke 23:13


Chapter 54 "Luke" 23:1-3

Eric got off his horse, came to Imam Khalid's side, and kicked this guy who couldn't find any hard bones.

With a smile on his face, he said softly: "The best thing you can do is give me some pork knuckles. I think you will satisfy my small and insignificant request."

"I don't eat beef, I want to eat pork knuckles."

Eric's words were like a spring breeze, making the people around him suddenly stay away from the hot summer and return to the cool spring.

In spring near the Dead Sea, cool rain will fall from the sky, watering the earth and making people feel cool at the same time.

That cold wind blew through everyone's heart, causing people to feel an indescribable feeling of depression.

Perhaps because he had been stepped on by Eric's boots for a long time, Khalid became more flexible.

Although he couldn't find a single hard bone in his body now, Khalid still had to say a few words when it came to his life and death. After all, based on the tax ratio that Eric said, today's Al There's no way you can get it together in Hardy Town!

"Sir, let's collect the money right away, but I want to report it to you!"

"Report?"

Eric was a little curious, wondering what tricks this pagan cleric was playing.

"Sir! There is a false prophet in our neighborhood! He encourages us not to pay taxes to our lords, and claims that he is the spirit of the Savior and Messiah! He is the King of Jerusalem! What a blasphemy!"

Khalid was sincere and his words were clear, so much so that Eric almost believed his nonsense.

In fact, this scene gave Eric an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if this story had been told by many people in the past.

Eric's military and bravery both started at 15, but his knowledge was not very good, and he was estimated to be below 8, so he failed to recall this scene as written in the Bible.

The crowd rose up and brought Jesus before Pilate. They accused him, saying, "This man is deceiving the people, forbidding them to pay taxes to Caesar, and claiming that he is the Christ and the King." Pilate asked Jesus, "Who are you?" King of the Jews?" Jesus answered, "As you say."

——"Luke" 23:1-3

Khalid continued: "The original tax collector, our beloved Lord Ahmed, died by the sword of that false prophet! It was he who incited the farmers around him, and it was he who made it impossible to pay this year's taxes. Ah! Sir, you have to make the decision for us!”

The reason why I say this is that the disaster is diverted to the east, and the Ahmed compound where Garis lives now happens to be on the east side of the town.

"You have a false prophet?" Eric read this sentence, always feeling something was wrong. After all, Christianity these days does not recognize the Holy Prophet as a prophet, so a group of followers of the false prophet reported to him that there was a false prophet nearby. ……

This is inexplicably strange.

"What's the name of that false prophet?" Eric then asked.

"Uh..." Khalid was a little confused. He really didn't know the name of the Frank.

But there were people around him who spoke up and said, "That man calls himself Garris!"

Upon hearing the name, Eric's pupils shrank.

The name Garris was very impressive to him.

For a moment, even Eric couldn't tell clearly. He hoped it was a different person with the same name, and said he hoped it was his acquaintance Garris.

"Garys..." When Eric muttered the name, his tone was no longer like a spring breeze, but like a winter breeze.

From his mouth, lips and tongue, an icy coldness spread out that could not be concealed.

"I know... I will go find that false prophet of Garris... But now, I will not leave until you hand over the money."

The reason why Eric insists on staying in Alha Town actually has nothing to do with collecting taxes. Whether it is the brainless mayor or the current pug-like Khalid, they have not figured out what Eric is here for, and they have not realized Eric's purpose.

What tax arrears? That was just an excuse. The reason why Eric came here was very pure, simple and clean. He wanted to rob Alhadi Town.

In addition to getting the taxes that the town should have paid, all the oil and water in this town should be squeezed out.

In Eric's eyes, this pagan town should be decorated with corpses and plasma!

……

In the early morning, someone was running in the wilderness of Transjordan. The man was stumbling, and blood was oozing from wounds all over his body, and the torn linen pieces on his body were constantly dyed red.

As for his feet, there were countless cuts on them.

But even so, he still turned his back to the moon and ran desperately, as if there was a devil crawling out of hell chasing him behind him.

No, it shouldn’t be like that, it should be said that it is the devil!

Only the devil can be so ruthless, and only the devil can mock and tease them like that!

More than a day had passed since the devil came to Alhadi Town. In the evening, all the money they could find in the town was piled in front of Eric.

Eric counted the taxes in front of everyone, and he calculated them very carefully.

Hundreds of gold coins and thousands of silver coins were counted one by one by him.

Then right on the street, Eric announced to everyone:

"According to my calculations, you only paid nine-tenths of the tax. This is obviously not enough, but I am a kind person. Since you paid nine-tenths, how about living nine-tenths? ?”

"You decide for yourselves who deserves to die..."

At a loss, not knowing what to do... no one would have thought that they would get such a reply.

It was as if Eric had made up his mind to kill them from the very beginning.

"You seem to be in a dilemma. In this case, your taxes are all mixed together and paid together. I am a good person and never make things difficult for others, so let me help you make a decision."

Under Eric's order, people from the entire town were driven together, and then they continued to arrest people from the crowd. For every ten people arrested, one person would be stained with blood.

Eric never makes any identification when he kills people. Anyway, the entire town of Alhadi is full of pagans. Whether they are old people, women, or children, their lives are treated equally in front of Eric.

Just like the original Al-Aqsa flood, the blood of Muslims drowned the Crusaders at their ankles.

He, Eric, is the true heir of the Crusaders.

When this scene ended with some crying, some resisting, some wailing, and some collapsing, Eric suddenly remembered something: "No, this person killed one more person!"

The extra person killed was the mayor who died yesterday.

This is an additional update for the monthly pass of 550. As for the additional update of the 600 monthly pass, it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Then the monthly ticket addition ends here, it’s over.

I hope everyone can read the latest chapter of the novel on Tuesday and help me increase my reading. Please.

(End of chapter)

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